Episode 384. Rallying Giants (4)
Heo Yang’s party stopped outside the distance of ten chapters from the Shingyo Army (神敎軍).
‘this… … !’
Whoops.
The shaman’s luck rose spontaneously.
‘It’s amazing!’
When I first heard the rumors, I only thought he was a person with quite a few skills. He was said to have reached a level more powerful than that of old-school masters, but he thought that it was impossible for a young man who had not yet reached the level of independence to reach such a level.
But now.
His surprise at seeing Yeomrama-kun, the minor master of the Demonic Cult, with his own eyes was difficult to describe in words.
Roaring!
It was as if I was standing alone in the middle of an inferno.
The great sword in his hand gave the impression of being drenched in blood even though it was shining brightly. The two thick, long legs that were tightly clamping the tiger’s back looked as solid as iron towers.
It definitely has a youthful appearance, but it wasn’t an impression that could be called a late index at all. A mad monster with the face of a young man was there. As if embracing lightning, as if embracing flame, he was looking down at the world with ambiguous eyes, and it was difficult to lift a finger.
‘The rumors weren’t exaggerated. No, a force far exceeding rumors… … !’
For the first time in my life, even though I was looking at the history of the Demonic Cult, no one except Xi Liang came into sight. It was such a shocking momentum.
A terrifying sound rang in Heo Yang’s ears as he blankly watched Seo Liang.
Growl.
Surprised, Heoyang looked at King Ho.
‘It’s a monster.’
Judging by its size, it is no ordinary tiger. The two eyes containing the flames of hell reveal an explosive chest, but surprisingly, the sense of intimidation emitted was not lacking compared to himself.
I don’t know if it was a spirit creature or a monster, but it didn’t have the momentum that a beast could emit. If the person riding on it hadn’t been Xu Liang, he would have drawn the sword even for the sake of Gumin (濟世救民).
And that wasn’t all.
Heo Yang, who turned his gaze from Seo Liang to King Hu, was finally able to see the entire Shinto army.
kudeudeuk.
Power came into my fists by itself.
If Seo-ryang and King Ho-wang, who stood at the forefront, exuded a raw spirit as if they had just risen from hell, the power of the Protestant army lined up behind them was like a well-trained recruit.
A well-trained army. A bloody prayer that seemed like it was about to die and blindly slaughter the moment an order was given.
Heoyang sighed unconsciously.
‘I, the shaman, and the world were too complacent.’
Even though it was only a part of the Demonic Cult’s forces, I felt the fighting power beyond imagination. It was clear that if the entire Heavenly Demon Goddess rose up, the world would be stained with blood.
I knew how terrible and strong the Demonic Cult was. However, since they hadn’t been active overseas for decades, they were only vaguely thinking of their power.
Finally, Heo Yang realized.
If the Demonic Cult really intends to wipe out the midfield, now would be the biggest crisis. Even himself, who puts safety first, was greatly shocked by the power of the Demonic Cult, but how can the others be shocked?
gaps in the mind. The fear that has been diluted without knowing it makes a big hole in the heart.
‘Maybe what the Demonic Cult really wanted wasn’t like this… … .’
Then, Xi Liang asked.
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”
Heoyang, freed from his thoughts, turned his gaze to Seo-ryang.
Heoyang felt the urge to turn his head away from the eyes of the young demon king with blue lightning.
“Why did the shaman’s guru appear near the place we were going to move to? It can never be a coincidence.”
“… … .”
“Speak. Why were you waiting for us here?”
It’s like you don’t even think about telling lies.
A terrifying prayer that originated from an uncomfortable planting pressed down on Heoyang as it was.
Is that why? Heo Yang did not feel any difference in the way he spoke on the day of Seo Liang.
If you look at it small, you’re an old adult, and if you look at it big, it’s clear that Kang-ho’s great senior, but his tone was too arrogant. However, Heo Yang thought that Xi Liang’s way of speaking suited him well.
Of course, that was just his idea.
“Don’t you think the tone is excessive?”
Seo Liang turned his head.
The middle-aged guru with a dissatisfied face was He Gang (虛康), the youngest child of He Zi Bae.
“No matter how much you do, even the minor master of the Demonic Sect wants you to be polite. This person is the head of the shaman. Is that a fishman habit for the head of the group!”
Xi Liang’s eyes shone.
“Jangmunin? Wasn’t the shaman’s chief mentor Heo Jeong?”
I know it because I saw it once during the time of King Sal. Heo Jeong was a genius who became a long-time leader of the non-partisan faction before reaching Buddhahood with his excellent managerial skills and outstanding wealth.
However, Heo Jeong was also the one who succumbed to Dam Sa-young’s tongue. It was Heo Jeong who took the lead in driving out most of the masters of the previous generation, led by Hyeon Cheon Jin-in, the Wonmu Swordsman.
Hugo’s face turned red.
“You are the newcomer to the rank of long writer. If you know that, know that you should be polite.”
“Because I am a new writer… … It looks like the swordsman did his job properly.”
There are things in the world that you can know without seeing. Grand Master Jeoksong was indeed a great man worthy of respect, and if so, Sword God Hyeon Cheonjin would not be much different.
Seo Liang tilted his head.
“So, why was the shaman’s new master, waiting for us here?”
Heo Kang’s eyebrows twitched. The Demonic Sect’s minor master was not paying attention to his words at all.
Xu Kang was the youngest of Xu Zi Bae and was regarded as the most righteous among them, but he had the downside of being fiery. Of course, that feeling did not discriminate against the other person.
It was when he opened his mouth and was about to pour out harsh words.
“Greetings. It is none other than Heo Yang, the new shaman’s long sentence.”
Heoyang bowed his head first, so Hegang had no choice but to become a mute who ate honey.
Seo Liang nodded.
“It’s Seoryang.”
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“It is an honor to meet the next leader of the Protestant Church.”
Considering Heo Yang’s position and age, there was no such low posture. The siblings who came with him also looked at him with surprised eyes.
“So, what is the answer to my question?”
hook.
Powerful waves rose from the bodies of the shaman masters.
But Heo Yangman was different.
“Bondo, as the representative of the shamans who play a part in the Anti-Jeonghoe, has been ordered by the superiors to move together with the forces of the Heavenly Demon Church. That’s why I came here myself.”
Xu Liang, who was looking at Heo Yang, immediately nodded. He read the sincerity in his unwavering voice.
“Then, the school will welcome you as friends.”
After judging that he is a sure ally, he changes his tone.
Heoyang smiled. It was because he seemed to know the personality of this young Demon Lord.
“I received an order from the superiors, but there was no word on where to come. In other words, it means to be together where your school is going. I will do my best to be a comfortable companion.”
“We don’t swing swords at our friends. Although our relationship is intertwined with a cruel history, at least for now, I will believe in you.”
“Thank you.”
“Even though they are masters, I believe they know how to drive horses.”
“Of course.”
Shi Liang turned around and shouted.
“The Heavenly Demon Army will give you some horses.”
There was a slight embarrassment on the faces of the Heavenly Demons, who had never changed their expressions the entire time they traveled north with Lee Cheon-sang.
Xiliang is not the Heavenly Demon. Even the minor master cannot give orders to the Heavenly Demon Army unless he is the Heavenly Demon.
However, they saw how much Li Tianxiang loved Xu Liang. If the favor was at an appropriate level, he would have ignored it without even thinking about it, but Li Cheon-sang tried to put Xu Liang on the Mawanggeo.
In other words, it means that Lee Cheon-sang acknowledged the Sogyo Master as the Heavenly Horse. It’s only that he’s not yet the headmaster, and it’s safe to say that the minor headmaster is already a heavenly horse.
It was when the Demons of the Heavenly Demon Army looked back at each other.
“What are you doing?”
Um Tae-gyeong (嚴泰硬), the commander of the Heavenly Demon, said.
“Six of the seven ancestors of the army should be hippos.”
The commander’s orders are absolute. Six of the seven men got off their horses.
Um Tae-kyung looked back at the Heavenly Demon and said.
“Since it is the seat of the headmaster, I forgive the rudeness this time. However, in the future, if you do not immediately act on the orders of the school principal, all members of the group will be severely punished.”
At the voice full of dignity, all the demons of the Heavenly Demon Army bowed their heads.
“I take orders!”
Seo Liang smiled.
‘I don’t need to go that far.’
The commander of the Grand Army of the Heavenly Demon is a hardened person more than a martial artist. He had never spoken to him, but it was clear that he was a solid enough person to tell just by looking at him.
Since such a person said that in front of everyone, the Heavenly Demon Army will follow him wholeheartedly as if he were treating two thousand people. For Seo Liang, that remark itself was a great help.
The six demons brought the horse they were riding in front of the masters.
Heoyang coughed in vain.
“Until this is necessary… … .”
“I don’t want to be criticized by my peers for neglecting my friend. It is for us as well as the dojos, so please ride comfortably.”
“If you say so, I will ride well.”
Taoists climbed on horseback with bewildered faces.
The horsemen were all heavy. The sense of intimidation radiating from the whole body was enormous, as if someone was not the horseman of the demon den. It was as if the cavalryman had learned magic tricks.
Xi Liang shouted from the lead again.
“let’s go.”
Hee hee hee!
The Protestant army moved again.
While looking down at Xiliang from inside the Emperor’s Palace, Li Cheon-sang thought.
‘Excellent.’
I felt it through the gate of desire, but the seolyang has definitely changed.
In the past, Xu Liang in Shingyo had many shortcomings to become the head of a sect. The flashing base and unconventional power of action were only demonstrated as virtues as a vanguard, but they did not become attractive as the head of a large group.
It was different now.
He came out to the midfield, took care of his people, and achieved a lot of results in a short period of time, and was greeted with a change in Seoryangdo.
‘Now, I’m qualified.’
The figure of Xu Liang leading the Protestant army while riding a giant tiger looked very reassuring. I felt the dignity of being able to push through everything, even if a spear came flying or a typhoon blew.
Looking at that image that he wanted, that was different from himself, and that’s why he felt proud.
At last, Lee Cheon-sang realized that the old era had passed and the curtain of a new era had opened.
‘Since I’ve risen to a position where I don’t have to worry anymore, things that won’t even be a memory can disappear soon.’
Of course, there was work to be done before resigning.
For the sake of his successors, for the souls of those who have passed away.
And in order to get a glimpse of his aspirations that have been immersed in the dream before he knew it.
Yi Cheon-sang, who was looking down at Xu Liang’s back with a slight smile, suddenly felt a strange sensation.
burrrrr.
he raised his hand
His large hands were trembling slightly. The moderately protruding veins on the back of his hand wriggled and pulsated at will.
and.
‘… … .’
Is it fantasy or real?
The fingertips became slightly translucent, and then I repeated to find my color again.
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes flashed.
Huung.
The Seoncheon demon soared without any momentum. Then, the translucent fingertips returned to their original state.
Lee Chun-sang clenched his fist.
I felt a slight vibration in my clenched fists.
“… … Not yet.”
